Almon the Fisherman, who nobody listened to because everyone made fun of him, was the only one in the entire village who could teach the children that the real world is not only what the eye sees and the ear hears and the fingers touch, but also what the eye cannot see, the cannot hear, and the fingers cannot touch. And it shows itself sometimes, for only a moment, to those who see with their mind’s eye and know to listen and hear with the ears of their soul and touch with fingers of their mind. But who wanted to listen to Almon? He was a long-winded, almost blind old man who stood there an argued endlessly with his ugly scarecrow.
Suddenly in the Depths of the Forest, Amos Oz.
Because even if we are gown-ups we still need tales, more than we would like to admit.
Happy weekend and happy reading!